A Glossary of the Weather - April 7

As I fetch her from school, it's clear -
the state of the sky: no obscurations
from the point of observation
everything blue as her eyes.
She smiles. We shop. It's mild.
Somewhere between loading
the dishwasher and eating dinner
something happens. Maybe
a Blue Norther - that swift moving
cold front marked by dark
blue black skies. Words are crossed
and before I've finished eating
she's apogeed - at her furthest
point - a cool moon orbiting
her bedroom, spreading the
darkening, casting her pall.
I let an hour pass in civil
twilight, the sun's apparent
upper edge, just at the horizon
then suddenly she's a downslope
airflow on the stairs - a Knik, a
Williwaw - through the house
like Alaskan winds pulling behind
a mile or more of anvil cloud
flat and wide but a sign
of the decaying storm.

(with thanks to the glossary of weather, weather.com)

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Comments

Doeslittle | April 10, 2008 - 14:07

This is brilliant, never thought the weather could be so poetic.

phase2 | December 9, 2008 - 20:48

Wonderful idea, wonderfully done :0)
Did you invent anvil cloud?